[Verse 1]
Affirmative action, verbal attack, word assassin /
Murda tactics, burn a track back to Curtis Jackson //
'Pac would turn in his casket, but you makin' me laugh /
To see you get in the game from all the dicks you take in the ass //
While you fake on a track and act like you a gangsta in rap /
There's real street niggas who could break you in half //
But since Em signed you, you run around and claim you can rap ///
Like Em just paved you a path or @#%$' gave you a pass ////
A free bee to make up for every slave that he had /////
Or every racist comment that he made in the past //////
I done heard you say a million times that you killed a guy /
But Black Child stabbed you and that nigga still alive //
You ain't even bruised no one, you have the dirty cops /
Do your dirty work, you ain't even had to use yo' gun //
You real hard in the studio poppin @#%$ in a mic booth /
You don't wanna have me fight you, you wanna have me write you //
Talkin' 'bout "Nas, my son wants to be just like you" ///
Well if you ask the street niggas, Eminem over-hyped you ////
Each bullet in yo' ass is a symbol in it's place /
To remind you how hated you are, when you see that dimple on yo' face //
Just give up, nigga, you've taken enough /
When you got all the people involved sayin' you suck //
And half the @#%$ you say, you just makin' it up ///
So now your own crew member's hatin' yo' guts ////
Nigga, why the @#%$ you think yo' whole crew is top charters? /
'Cause you're all pop artists, your hip-hop's garbage //
Why the @#%$ you think you makin' the same money as Britney makes? /
G-Unit is a boy band, nigga, and 50's fake //
You real tough 'til G-Unit gets gobbed with sticky tape ///
And have my niggas run up in and rob yo' piggy bank ////
[Hook x2]
So what you gon' do when @#%$ hits the fan /
You gon' fight like a man or just kiss my ass //
Or through all this hostility, you piss your pants ///
I'm a short fuse and you lit the match ////
[Bridge x2]
Nas, a braveheart veteran /
Name an MC I ain't better than //
You against me, you could never win /
Meet me in the streets, we can settle this //
[Verse 2]
When I'm speakin through rap, you niggas deepin' my wrath /
@#%$ mixed with emotions makes it hard to keep it on wax //
'Cause it can steer off a track and coserveer off of rap ///
And have niggas jump you 'til your left breathin' with gasps ////
And each have you stabbed and all of my people in masks /////
So you can't identify to the police who attacked //////
Just niggas reachin' for straps and heaters bringin' out gats ///////
And watch this thug turn @#%$ when he pees in his pants ////////
Niggas callin my name, I can turn '50 Cents' into a 'Buck' /
Invest it in the 'Bank' and spend it all in 'The Game' //
A ball and a chain with an anchor tied to your ankle /
And hang you until you dangle and break you apart from each angle //
And repeatededly kill you with my freedom of speech /
So you can look at my lyrics and read 'em and weep //
So you don't run with cops? Nigga, neither do we /
But you're right hand man is the chief of police //
Beef in rap cause you ain't got the balls to beef in the streets ///
'Cause you'd get another lil' cute dimple on your cheek with the heat ////
Yeah, I got my wifey tattoo'd on my arm /
While you got a "Nas' Biggest Fan" sign glued to your thong //
While you shake yo' lil' ass for them record execs /
And blow kisses and suck up so they'll send you a check //
But never the less, I knew about you steppin' to X ///
But Interscope made you take it off the track to settle your debts ////
To calm your beefs, you @#%$, made put a switch blade threw your rib cage /
And watch your chest leak in the street like bootleg mixtapes //
Ain't no need to dictate, line up your calvalry /
You talk that gangsta @#%$ and get it twisted with reality //
Aiyo, my pistol got the flu and my bullets got allergies ///
So if the trigger sneeze, you gon' be another casualty ////
Affirmative action, verbal attack, word assassin /
Murda tactics, burn a track back to Curtis Jackson //
'Pac would turn in his casket, but you makin' me laugh /
To see you get in the game from all the dicks you take in the ass //
While you fake on a track and act like you a gangsta in rap /
There's real street niggas who could break you in half //
But since Em signed you, you run around and claim you can rap ///
Like Em just paved you a path or @#%$' gave you a pass ////
A free bee to make up for every slave that he had /////
Or every racist comment that he made in the past //////
I done heard you say a million times that you killed a guy /
But Black Child stabbed you and that nigga still alive //
You ain't even bruised no one, you have the dirty cops /
Do your dirty work, you ain't even had to use yo' gun //
You real hard in the studio poppin @#%$ in a mic booth /
You don't wanna have me fight you, you wanna have me write you //
Talkin' 'bout "Nas, my son wants to be just like you" ///
Well if you ask the street niggas, Eminem over-hyped you ////
Each bullet in yo' ass is a symbol in it's place /
To remind you how hated you are, when you see that dimple on yo' face //
Just give up, nigga, you've taken enough /
When you got all the people involved sayin' you suck //
And half the @#%$ you say, you just makin' it up ///
So now your own crew member's hatin' yo' guts ////
Nigga, why the @#%$ you think yo' whole crew is top charters? /
'Cause you're all pop artists, your hip-hop's garbage //
Why the @#%$ you think you makin' the same money as Britney makes? /
G-Unit is a boy band, nigga, and 50's fake //
You real tough 'til G-Unit gets gobbed with sticky tape ///
And have my niggas run up in and rob yo' piggy bank ////
[Hook x2]
So what you gon' do when @#%$ hits the fan /
You gon' fight like a man or just kiss my ass //
Or through all this hostility, you piss your pants ///
I'm a short fuse and you lit the match ////
[Bridge x2]
Nas, a braveheart veteran /
Name an MC I ain't better than //
You against me, you could never win /
Meet me in the streets, we can settle this //
[Verse 2]
When I'm speakin through rap, you niggas deepin' my wrath /
@#%$ mixed with emotions makes it hard to keep it on wax //
'Cause it can steer off a track and coserveer off of rap ///
And have niggas jump you 'til your left breathin' with gasps ////
And each have you stabbed and all of my people in masks /////
So you can't identify to the police who attacked //////
Just niggas reachin' for straps and heaters bringin' out gats ///////
And watch this thug turn @#%$ when he pees in his pants ////////
Niggas callin my name, I can turn '50 Cents' into a 'Buck' /
Invest it in the 'Bank' and spend it all in 'The Game' //
A ball and a chain with an anchor tied to your ankle /
And hang you until you dangle and break you apart from each angle //
And repeatededly kill you with my freedom of speech /
So you can look at my lyrics and read 'em and weep //
So you don't run with cops? Nigga, neither do we /
But you're right hand man is the chief of police //
Beef in rap cause you ain't got the balls to beef in the streets ///
'Cause you'd get another lil' cute dimple on your cheek with the heat ////
Yeah, I got my wifey tattoo'd on my arm /
While you got a "Nas' Biggest Fan" sign glued to your thong //
While you shake yo' lil' ass for them record execs /
And blow kisses and suck up so they'll send you a check //
But never the less, I knew about you steppin' to X ///
But Interscope made you take it off the track to settle your debts ////
To calm your beefs, you @#%$, made put a switch blade threw your rib cage /
And watch your chest leak in the street like bootleg mixtapes //
Ain't no need to dictate, line up your calvalry /
You talk that gangsta @#%$ and get it twisted with reality //
Aiyo, my pistol got the flu and my bullets got allergies ///
So if the trigger sneeze, you gon' be another casualty ////
